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I only have vague fragments where I was sitting in the principals office, ratting on some people. The culprits were sittting in front of me, so everything was awkward. They looked sad and scared.

Drank some cranberry-raspberry juice before bed and had the best detail recall I've had in a long time. Ended up being 2.5 pages in Word!

2/21-22. 1230. 530. In a grocery store with dad. Area looks to be by the BoA but also next to the registers. Then it’s a musician studio, mostly guitarists. Talking with some guys about a guitar. One guy looks like the big guy from Fanboys. I have to go to the bathroom, so go into another studio, which I guess was the bathroom. Feel uncomfortable because the rooms have glass between them. Some guy in a studio to my left. I’m able to get an angle where no one can see me. Still talking to the 2 other guys. Hand it to them while trying to go. “It’s a Rickenbacher knockoff. I can’t remember the name.” Though it was supposed to be a bass, it was a guitar with a short neck and dark blue. A pause and then I say, “Averia! That’s the name” (not the actual name). Then 2 other guys come into the same room I am to practice. One is a trombone player from my freshman year, Xxxx I think, has glasses. Name is different in the dream though. They’re across the room, so I go to the bathroom anyway as a chair is hiding me

750. I wake up in my room. Theresa’s cats are there. I play with them. One jumps up on my left side dresser. I have an organizer with papers and the cat chews on it. I pick up my computer mouse, don’t know why I had it, and tap it on the dresser to get the cat off. Runs to the door. Then the cats are the 2 older Xxxxxxx twins, but one’s a girl. Play with them for a little bit. Then I’m walking down what feels like Main St. There’re a bunch of kids that had just graduated from Kindergarten, black robes with, I think, an orange stoal? Then at a car repair place. Pale yellow. It looks like the back of a Pep Boys with its garages, but that’s the building. Guy closes up shop because the kids are annoying him. Door is also pale yellow, but the bottom third is like a metal mesh and blue. I then drive home, heading south on Main. Xxxxxxx calls me to see if I’m going to make it to the run, academy? “What run is it?” “It’s a cancer run.” I’m eating some gummies or something. I take forever to answer his other questions though for some reason like I’m super tired and am thinking about each question before answering it. Pass a house where I see mom with glasses, and she’s jumping, like there’s a parade going on. Make it to Xxx and Xxxxxxx and there’s traffic. The houses and shops are no longer there, like it was before they were there, just an open lot. Heading W on Xxxxxxx and there’s a lot of traffic. Able to look up ahead and looks like some ambulances and flashing lights. Get closer and at that first street is a pile of junk cars being loaded onto a tow truck. Don’t catch what is going on off the left side, but maybe an accident

1040. Watching TV. Someone gets hurt on a dam. Then the suicide video plays of goy at Hoover Dam. When guy hits bottom, his head smashes and red and yellow come out. People are then on the dam around him and looks like some people walked down the face that he just slid down. Then I’m home, but the house doesn’t look like ours. Dad’s showing me something to do with telling time at night. “Can you see it if there’s a new moon” (Showing me something and a black light flashlight simulates moon, shape is a snowflake). “No.” “Can you see it with a full moon?” He turns on the black light. “Yes! Man, that’s cool!” I’m looking around the room and the wall closest to use has a witch that moves, I’m thinking about touching it for some reason. The rest of the room is winter themed kind of. Snowflakes are all over and light up when I turn the black light on, which is now like Kyle’s, but only 3” long. Mom and dad then go to bed. I stay in the room and look around. There’s a door on the opposite wall, so go to it. I notice that the floor creaks, so assume there’s a walkout basement like Ernie’s house. Now light and with a friend. Room is his sister’s room. He’s looking around and I look at a wall next to the door. Sister was in track, uniforms are light blue and white. She has this whole section covered with pics with friends from track. There’s one I look at and they’re jumping over hurdles, she’s wearing earmuffs, but doing it gracefully in a funny way. 3 girls in the photo and one is a huge girl, maybe 400lbs. I think, “How can she jump?” Look at another picture and she’s holding the fat girl. I look back and forth at these photos and they stay the same, as well as others in my periphery. I go toward her computer desk which has its own little nook. Papers and stuff are everywhere and can’t walk, so don’t go in. Look at some papers. Get up and turn around and the friend found some boy’s number, he tears it up. Then walk out of the room, which the winter room from before is now different. There’s a kitchen counter and his mom and sister are at it. We get low and try to sneak up the stairs. Stairs creak a little also. Something about a white dog on the stairs with us, or at the top?

27.09.2010

Lucid #2 (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I saw a normal dream, that i cannot recall.
I woke up in my bed (first false awakening), stood up and looked at a wall in my room. I suddenly realized i was dreaming. Everything became super clear. I can easily say it was the most realistic dream, i 've ever seen. I had a strange feeling in my hands. I started rubbing them. The dream started fading. I closed my eyes and thought "spin spin spin", but my hands were busy rubbing each other, so for some reason i started spinning just my eyes, which of course didn't work. I woke up, completely frustrated and pissed off... :S

I was in a bedroom, like a dorm, with 2 other girls and a guy. It was pink and girly and filled with colorful pillows and beds and such. We were all unpacking and the guy got pissed because we were all staying in one room.

My boyfriend Chris gave me a pillow. I took off the pillowcase and used the pillow to slide down the street. I came back to a house I was staying at. I walked into a gazebo and was talking to a girl Mary from school. It started to rain. One of the teachers from my school came outside with an umbrella and told me I had to go. I went inside the house with him. There was another male teacher in there, including my friend Mina and Chris. Both were asleep.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
Another dream involving a library...

I was in a small room. This room was part of a library, and had a ceiling of normal height, and dark, ruddy brown walls with white trim. The lighting was dim, as if someone had put a few sheets of tissue paper over the single light bulb dangling from the ceiling. It was also slightly yellowish, which was unusual.

Against the walls, there were tall shelves of books. These shelves were fairly antique-looking, and were made of reddish brown wood that had been polished. They were scuffed up here and there, but overall they were fairly nice bookshelves that, if they were real, I'd have wanted to take home with me. The books were lined up normally and on a slightly tilt against the inside of the bookshelves; most of them were teen and adolescent novels with thicker spines. I pulled one out, and on the atmospheric cover there was a moon and a black wolf. The wolf was almost cartoony and was looking up at the moon, standing in a flat of grass.

I opened the book and read some text, which I forget. The text size was normal, probably around 10 or 11 point, while the book itself had around 300 pages.

I just finished reading the FILD technique thread and was eager to try it.

I woke up sometime early in the morning, about 7:00 (it's holidays ) and started doing the movements. Then I remembered I had to RC after a minute. As I went to pinch my nose, it was like I had another arm. Since I was lying on my side, I shouldn't have been able to move my left arm.

I could breathe through my nose, and I thought Wow, it actually worked!. I then woke up because I didn't stabilize.

I tried it again, and this time I kept breathing through my plugged nose so I would be more in the dream. I got up and stood in my room for a second, then I spun around and I was half-taken to the place in my imagination that I've always wanted to go. I could see it, but I could see my room at the same time.

I don't remember after that.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This dream was more vivid this morning when I'd just woken up; now I've forgotten a lot of the content. I probably took too long to type it up, which has happened before...

I was in a McNally Robinson bookstore. The one at my local mall in real life just closed a few months ago, but in this dream I was in it, as if it were still up and running. The interior had a lot of richly-coloured wooden bookshelves and green banners everywhere. I was in the central area of the bookstore, which had a 360-degree, circular green reception desk with a wooden countertop. Like most of my dreams, the lighting in this building was dimmer than it should have been.

Lined up against one of the bookshelves near the reception desk, there was a row of black swivel chairs. There were a few men in suits seated in the chairs, but most of them were empty. They looked at me and I asked, "how's the exploitation going?"

(Wait... What?!)

"Very well," said another man, not waiting for me to answer. He was in his late fifties or early sixties, with gray hair and black reading glasses, his hands in front of him on the table, cupped together.

"Have any of you seen my assistant?" was my next question.

"The guy?"

"Yeah."

I can't remember anything else.

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In short, I have recently been having dreams right after I fall asleep, dreams where I wake up in my bed, do something in my room or apartment, then wake up in my bed only 20 minutes after I had gone to bed.

This has happened three times in the last 2 weeks
- first time I woke up in my bed, realized I was dreaming, then woke up for real in my bed.

-two nights later I woke up, went to my door, opened it and saw a strange figure, realized I was dreaming, then tried doing some lucid dreaming stuff to no avail, stumbled back to my bed, woke up for real, again only 20 or so minutes after I had gone to bed.

-the most recent time was last night when I dreamed that I was organizing some papers on the floor of my room, I felt extremely tired, and just wanted to sleep, then woke up and realized that I had been sleeping, this again was only a short time after I had gone to bed.

This seems to happen more when I go to bed pretty late. It is weird because I have never had dreams just after I fall asleep like this before, now it is happening all the time it seems like. Also I haven't been trying to remember my dreams or anything recently, let alone become lucid, it is just happening. Are these false awakenings of some sort? Maybe it will happen again tonight...

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a bedroom with a woman who looked like the woman from the band Republica, but with a lot of red-dyed strands in her hair and copper-tan skin. The room was dim, as if lit only by a very small lamp. It was also bare, with only the bed for furniture. The bed had no blankets.

The woman was naked and writhing around on the bed. I got on top of her and had sex with her. We had sex in a couple different positions (although I seem to have finished shamefully quickly).

We lay on the bed. The woman looked at the walls of the room. They were filled with manga sketches that looked professionaly done. The woman either asked me why I liked manga or whether I thought manga was an art. I told her I definitely thought it was an art.

I tried to express how I'd seen comic artists draw, and how that alone would have conviced me. But I was unable to bring out the words to say that. So I told the woman that I'd show her.

We got up (the woman -- and I -- may have remained naked throughout the dream) and walked out of the room. We were in some basement. I knew this basement had been made into a manga museum. It was like the house of which this basement was a part was on a college campus. The house held rooms for students, like the room the woman and I had just been in. And the students had volunteered their rooms while they were away (on vacation) to be exhibit rooms for a temporary manga museum.

The basement was very dark, lit only by a strange, dim, red light. There were four doors for "dorm rooms" on the wall to our left. The room we were in was like a big common area.


I told the woman I'd find her some classic manga and show her why I thought it was art. We went into the door at the farthest end of the room. We went inside.

The room was also dim, barely lit by a red light. The place smelled terrible! I looked around. It looked like a normal college boy's dorm, nothing out of the ordinary. But the smell drove me crazy. So I left. The woman stayed in there, looking through some manga on a thin, tall bookshelf.

I walked a couple rooms down. I may have thought about switching on some lights in the place. But I didn't want anybody outside to know the woman and I were here. I figured if they knew we were here they'd all want to come in. Then the place would get crowded.

I went into another room. This room was supposed to have manga from a very early period. For some reason I kept thinking about Golgo 13. I thought there was something in particular about the brushstrokes in manga that were just perfect. But you'd only know it deeply if you saw someone actually sketching things out (with a pencil?).

I probably spent some time in this other room, looking at manga and individual pages of drawings.

At some point, people started coming down into the manga museum. Morning light may also have started to fill the rooms.

Dream #2

I was with some group of kids at a sports camp or a summer training vacation. We had been out on a large, grassy field, doing some kind of fun training, possibly with a giant robot of some sort.

We were now all in a bedroom, on a bunk bed. There were a lot of us boys on the top and bottom bunks. We probably weren't sleeping. We were probably just hanging out and goofing off before the next training thing we had to go to.

I lay on the bottom bed. I was a little disappointed by this sports camp. It was all about football, and I was more interested in cross country.

There was a black boy laying just at my head, sideways to me, like we'd form a T. Another black boy hung over the top bunk, talking to the boy on my bunk.

The boy said, "When they got that new cross country coach, things really changed, right? He got some of those kids who were no good at football. Nobody thought football players could run long distance. But he sure showed them.

"Man, it's too bad tou didn't see my last race! I was really proud of myself. When I started, I thought I was gonna get a lousy time. But I got my best time ever!"

Somebody called all us boys out to take a bus to our next training event. So we were getting up. The boy on the top bunk climbed down and walked over to a dresser. I stood up and went to the dresser, too.

I hoped nobody would ask me about my times in cross country. They'd been horrible. I didn't want to actually say my best time out loud and be laughed at. I kept thinking of the time 18:38 in my head, even though I knew that was a faster time than my fastest time.

The boy from the top bunk and I stood before the dresser. I pulled open a drawer. I pulled out my wallet and something like a wadded up sock and a skinny, tall comb.

I regretted that the boy saw me take my stuff out of the drawe. I didn't like people to know where I put my belongings. But I also didn't want people to know that. I wasn't suspicious of anybody. I didn't want them to think I was. But I just had a fear of people knowing where I put my belongings.

Dinosaurs Must Die

AT was at some day camp. I think I was a counselor or something. The building's insides were a friendly white with a pale blue rim and there were kids running around everywhere. I went to a room with 2 of my friends, peter and another. This room looked a lot like my old room and the lights were off. We were joking about knives and while they were taking there's out to brag about I just felt that mine was in my back pocket. The lights were off but there were tons of ambient light. I turned around and saw a shadow of someone holding a formidable blade coming from the bathroom door. I laughed uncomfortably. I halfway try to get the others to shut up but they keep talking. Out of the bathroom busts a veloceraptor my height and rushes towards Peter. The other friend is no one where to be seen. The raptor bites peter and he started to cry. It looks at me and rushes. After taking out my knife, trying to stab in in the face, and my knife falling from my grip, I catch its head in my hands and its jaws, annoying close to my face, snap wildly. I, push back, diving to the floor and taking it with me. I then couldn't think of what to do so I started bashing its head against the tile of the bathroom. I kept doing so until I felt its brain start to leak out of the back side of his skull. Finally, I stopped, put the head down and watched. After only 5 seconds or so, the still body reanimated it self with fierceness. I ran out of the bathroom, and while closing the door, caught its head within the door and the doorframe. I pull hard, watching it writhe, until its head popped off and fell to the floor. With that I ran out of the room.

Next I can remember, I went out of the building, found a red sports car and started driving fast. I was in a heavily wooded area with an established highway with enough traffic, I had to weave. Soon from the forest a giant t-rex came out and started chasing me in the car. I arrive at a building and run in. It's a giant court room. When I say giant, I mean that instead of pews or seats for people to watch, there's a balcony of unimaginable space. Everything was elevated seriously high and everything had stairs that lead up to it. It went so high that when I made it up the stairs to the lowest thing, the judges chair and defendant seat, I was just to the top of the T-Rex that just busted in. There were others in here with me, all just as scared. The first target was a blonde, it snapped her up easily. Next it went for me, but when I dodged it it just got whoever was behind me...a fat guy. Water was starting to fill in the room too...I climbed up to higher levels of the courtroom. Few people are following me and the T-Rex is swimming the the ever deepening water that's filling up the room. We get higher and higher in the balcony and then at one point I'm climbing up onto a rotting wooden banister left unkempt at the nosebleed heights. The water stops and somehow I get the Idea that I could do this forever. But then I remember...This T-rex is a reptile, which means it'll lay eggs, and those will come after me...This was a horrible realization.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was in my sister's bedroom; the lights were off but I could still outlines and there was a slight illumination coming from an unknown angle. Her room was small, around twelve by twelve feet, and the only furniture in the room was a white twin bed, positioned against the wall, and a vertical white dresser. We were both behind the bed on the floor, and because of this we couldn't see the door to her room. We were talking about random gibberish that I can't remember, and suddenly the door swung open, making a large banging sound against the wall. I looked up over the bed and saw a shady man in his thirties stalking towards us. This wasn't exactly a nightmare because it didn't have the same terror as a nightmare would have, but I was still nervous.

My sister got up and, without saying a word, ran right past the man and out the bedroom door. Who knows why he didn't jump at the chance to attack her. So, I was still looking over the bed and realized only now that he was holding a crossbow. It was brown and fairly basic in structure; the arrows made of slightly beveled metal.

He pointed the crossbow at me and I slunk back behind the bed. He came around the corner of it, the bow still pointing at me, and pulled it back. I pressed myself against the wall to hide myself; because of the angle he was aiming from, he'd have to move again to shoot. He came around quickly and shot me just above the forehead. I didn't feel pain or see blood, and I pulled the arrow out that actually didn't go that far into me, maybe a few centimeters.

The dream ended.

Okay ummmm.... WOW?! What happened to me last night? By far that was my longest lucid dream ever. OK here goes:

Non Lucid

Okay so the non lucid part is all mixed up and hazy but these are the parts I can remember. I realised I was in school which is kinda weird because we just left school. What's even weirder is that I was only wearing my boxers. Okaaaaay so I'm walking around school in my boxers then I think I dropped something on the floor because I remember crouching down to pick something off the floor and thought hmm this looks like a nice place to sleep. At the time I must have thought it was RL and when I woke up I thought did I sleep on the floor last night or was that just in the dream. I was really confused about what was dream and what was reality. Well anyway while I was crouched on the floor going to sleep I must have done the opposite of a false awakening. Having a dream within a dream . I try to imagine it like a normal dream is (dream) and a dream within a dream is (dream(dream)). In this case I woke up from the second dream inside the first dream. So I woke up in my boxers on the floor of my school . I hope you understand what I'm talking about here.

So another part of it I remember is being in mud-land or something with my sister and her best friend. We jumped down some massive tube of mud that was being emptied and down some massive underground tunnel. Why? I'll never know.

Lucid

Ok so far it's all been non lucid. But now I find myself outside my old house. I turned lucid somehow. Okay now it's time to experiment with something I thought. I tried to change the scenery around me to a massive white room to try out some stuff in. It sort of worked. The view in front of me went a patchy white as if the scene had half changed then decided not to. I had to use my arms to wipe off the rest of the old scenery and turn it into the white room. I started to hear my voice echoing when I spoke. I find that saying what I want to happen in my dreams helps it happen. So I turn around and behind me I'm still on my old room. One half of my dream is in the massive white room and the other half is on my road. It's the weirdest thing. So I turned the other half of it into the white room too. Then I realise that I can hear birds singing. "No birds" I said. The birds disappear. Then there's some light rain. "No rain" I said. The rain stops. I really started to appreciate how realistic this dream was. The big white room doesn't last long. I found myself in the town centre and I try to summon people. It works but from then on it got stupid. I tried to summon some other stuff but when I started someone walked up beside me and started pointing at the thing I was summoning and screaming "MODS! MODS!". okaaay then. So everyone disappears and then it gets to the best bit.

I'm outside a building on the edge of a lake with a pier but it looks cartoony. Like it's in Beautiful Katamari style animation. I'm looking out over the lake and behind me to my left there's a kitchen door with a person making burgers in it. He looked like somebody from burger king or something. So I think to myself how about some pyrokenisis. I cup my hand like I'm holding a football in it and really concentrate on making fire. A small blue flame appears in it like the size of one out of a lighter. I fell sort of proud of myself for doing this so I tell the guy that's making the burgers to come and see what I could do. He said something like "I can't I'm making burgers". Yeeeaaah I'm making fire with my mind and all you can think about is making burgers. Idiot. So I try to make a fireball with my mind and throw it at something. I cup both hands as if I'm holding a ball between my hands and concentrate on making a ball of fire. It works but it starts to get really hot. It's not like I'm immune to fire like you would expect. I start getting burnt so I hurry up and throw it. I end up throwing it into the water. Then I try to make lightning. I do the same thing as with the small flame but I concentrate on lightning. I make a small ball of energy in my hand and throw it into the water. For some reason I find myself falling in the water as well. OMG if I fall in that water I'll get killed by the electricity. There's people laughing at me trying not to fall in and I manage not to. THEN (and this is probably the strangest part of the dream) I find myself inside a huge monster's mouth with the burger guy. Seriously? WHAT?!?

Then I think I must have woken up. "MUST GET ON DREAMVIEWS BEFORE I FORGET ANYTHING" unfortunately I probably forgot a lot of stuff. Also at one point I remember half waking up. I was thinking I wonder if imagining you're spinning around when you're halfway into a dream helps induce lucidity? Apparently it does but I don't know if I was truly half awake or if I was having a false awakening.

Anyway that was the best lucid dream I've had. Glad I was able to share it with all of you lovely people .

P.S: I listened to almost the whole of the new pendulum album writing this. Remember how I recently left school? This is the most writing I've done for a loooooong time